Forbidden Friends
“Father what is there to do here? This place is nothing like England and I’m bored” 13 year- old Sarah Webster complained. Her father, mother, she and many other English colonists had come from England to settle in Jamestown in the New World. “Go play somewhere, don’t go to far though and watch out for those Indians” her father replied lugging a huge box into their house. Sarah’s eyes dimmed and she grew shivers up her spine. She knew all about those Indians. Evil savages that’ll kill the first thing they see with their stone spears, her father had told her that. “Go exploring darling, but heed your fathers words” Sarah’s mother said from inside the house. Sarah quickly forgot about those Indians and went into the forest to explore. She went far without remembering what her father had said.
“I shouldn’t have worn my dress today, mother was right” Sarah moaned. She was in the middle of the forest tugging on the skirt of her dress; it had been caught on the branch of a large tree. Sarah gave the dress one last tug and stumbled into a clearing. One large raspberry bush sat in the middle of the clearing filled with the luscious fruit. Sarah glanced around to be sure that the area was clear of Indians and crept forward slowly. Suddenly the bush shook slightly, yuck!” it cried. Sarah leapt back yelling loudly. From behind the bush jumped an Indian girl holding a spear high in her left hand. “Savages!” Sarah screamed throwing herself onto the ground and covering her face. The Indian girl dropped the spear and walked over to Sarah who began crying loudly. The girl pulled Sarah’s hands away from her face and smiled.
“Don’t hurt me, please!” Sarah pleaded, her long auburn hair covered parts of her face. The other girls own long black hair obscured Sarah’s view of anything but the Indians face. “Name?” asked the Indian helping Sarah up. “Name?” Sarah repeated confused, she observed the girl and come to the conclusion that she was as old as herself. “What’s your name?” replied the Indian, “S-Sarah, you can speak English?” Sarah stuttered “of course, can’t you?” the girl said sounding a little disrespected. “What’s your name?’ Sarah asked “my name is Sen” the Indian girl replied with pride. “Sen” Sarah repeated quietly, she sat down on the ground and Sen sat beside her. “What’s a savage?” Sen asked, “A savage is a wild, uncultivated, cruel, pitiless person or animal” Sarah replied regretting ever calling Sen that.
“I’m not a savage” Sen said, her brown eyes were downcast and she fingered her buckskin dress. “I’m sorry Sen, I didn’t mean that” Sarah said placing her hand on Sens shoulder. “Now that we’ve met each other can we be friends?” Sen asked, “Yeah! We could definitely be friends… best friends” Sarah smiled and helped Sen get up. “Hey, what were you doing out this far anyway?” Sen asked, “I was just exploring” Sarah replied, “Why did you say “yuck” so loud?”, “The raspberry wasn’t ripe yet; my tribe sent me out here to pick raspberries, I have to cut them from the bush so that I don’t prick myself” Sen explained going to the bush and grabbing up the dagger. “I feel safer if you’d not carry that” Sarah said backing up slowly, “What? You don’t trust me yet?” Sen asked angrily; “yes, I do but that knife scares me” Sarah said looking down at the knife enclosed in Sen’s hand. “My father is bound to send some of the tribe members to find me” Sen began “he’s the chief of my clan” “That’s, cool; so your like a princess?” Sarah asked “yeah, it is co- oh!” Sen jumped over to guard Sarah. A group of Indians had emerged from the forest all carrying bows and arrows. “Oh no” Sen mumbled as the Indians spread out and encircled the two girls. “Sen, I’m scared” Sarah whispered, “don’t worry, I’ll handle it” Sen replied.
“Bobosel!” one of the Indians cried and all of them rushed forward to attack Sarah. “No! Sen!” Sarah cried as the Indians began to drag her off by her hair. “Stop, I mean halt, I mean… COSCU!” Sen demanded, all of the natives turned around and looked at her puzzlingly. “Cosconos, masa sil mica” Sen said, the Indians looked at Sarah almost looking apologetic; the loosened their grips until they let her go and she ran over to Sen. “What did you say?” she murmured keeping her eyes on the Indians, “I told them to leave you alone because you’re my friend” Sen said turning to Sarah and smiling. “Thanks, what were they going to do to me?” Sarah said “Probably scalp you” Sen replied “I’ve got to go now, my father is expecting me”. “Cant I come too?” Sarah asked pleadingly “no, you’ll be killed for sure, I can come to your house later on tonight” Sen suggested. “Good idea, my house is the brown one closest to the forest” Sarah said turning to go back home, “Ana” Sen replied waving “Ana?” Sarah said looking confused. “It means bye” Sen explained laughingly, “oh… ana then Sen” “Ana Sarah” Sen smiled and disappeared into the small crowd of her people who moved swiftly and silently into the shadows of the trees.
“That was cool and scary at the same time” Sarah said quietly running off in the opposite direction; at least I’ll get to see her tonight…perhaps we can play with my paper dolls she thought silently rummaging through the trees in a desperate attempt to find her way home before dark. “I’m going to get lost!” Sarah cried out loud, then, placing her hand over her mouth she began running as fast as she could hoping that no Indians she had not met yet to find her and kill her. “Ooooooh… DADDY!!!!!!” Sarah plopped down upon the soft mossy forest floor and began crying from the stress of being lost. She heard bushes rustling from the direction that Sen and her guards had went and feared being discovered by a foreign native. Sarah crawled as fast as she could into a bramble of strange looking leaves and sat there hoping not to be seen or heard, for she could not stop sniffling. A shadow fell over her and she noticed it had long hair, long hair like Sens.
“Hounta baskil moroo” she heard the voice say, the voice was not Sens and Sarah once again feared for her life. “Hounta baskil moroo” the voice said again, it sounded to Sarah like it was a question, and it seemed the Indian was asking who was there. Sarah suddenly began smelling the scent of the bushes she was in, they tickled her nose. She couldn’t resist the urge, she sneezed the loudest she had ever sneezed before and knew she was discovered when the shadow loomed taller over her and the bushes she was behind began rustling as if the shadow itself were cutting through it. “Oh God, oh God oh God, oh God” she prayed silently clasping her hands together and rocking back and forth. The rustling stopped and Sarah looked up. Looking down at her was an Indian boy about her age standing there with his face screwed up at her.
“Hounta baskil oota” the boy said sounding curious as he bended down in front of her. Sarah went temporarily cross eyed from fear; she started holding her breath and knew she was turning purple. The boy started examining her, he pulled her hair from her face and attempted to poke her in her eyes, he would have if she wouldn’t have closed them. The boy frowned at Sarah when she pulled away from him as he tried to stick his hand down her throat. “Donksil pomka pook” the boy murmured to himself, he looked at Sarah for a while. Then, as if he had come to a decision, he pushed Sarah flat on the ground and lifted up one of her legs. Sarah realized that her backside was visible and tried to inconspicuously hide it. The Indian boy pulled up a part of Sarah’s dress and reached his hand inside. “Whoa!” Sarah screamed “enough exploring of my body!” she had totally forgotten about being afraid of him and began thinking of being sexually harassed. Sarah kicked the boy in his nose and rushed as fast as she could on her butt away from the boy.
The boy let out a blood curdling yell and pulled a dagger from the waist of his deer skin pants, the blade was way bigger than Sens, and Sarah felt her blood turn cold. The boy had a menacing look in his eyes; he pulled a horn looking instrument from the other side of his pants and put it to his mouth, blowing loudly. Sarah’s ears rung as the sound echoed through the trees. Suddenly screams and shouts erupted from the direction the boy had come from, Sarah jumped up and began running towards the screams and yells, hoping to find Sen. “Sen! Sen, help me!” Sarah screamed, “SEN!” Sen, out of no where, ran out and tackled Sarah into some nearby bushes, Sarah decided that it would be a good idea to keep her mouth shut.
“Jolka!” Sen growled at Sarah, “you idiot! What were you doing?” Sen demanded, “I-I-I got lost! And I’m sorry I got your troops after me” Sarah sulked. “If they find you they’ll kill you, you know that don’t you?” Sen asked “yes, I know, I’m sorry!” Sarah yelled. “Shhhhhhhhh!” you wanna get killed?” Sen sighed and said “come on, it’s getting dark, and my troops wont stop looking until they find what they think caused my cousin to sound the horn”. “Your cousin?” Sarah asked unbelieving. “Yeah, that was his horn, what happened?” Sen questioned, “Your dumb cousin tried to rape me!” Sarah hollered. “Don’t holler at me, though I am your friend, I’m still of higher authority” Sen said angrily, “not to mention your not in a very good predicament to be hollering at the girl who’s trying to save your life”. Standing up Sarah replied “yeah, I guess your right”, “I know… now come on!” Sen demanded. They grabbed hands and ran through the forest, Sarah swore that she saw some Indians following them…
To Be Continued
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